how does she know who I am? and why does she give a damn about me?
nerd!gf!ellie, masc!afab!reader, kind of loser!ellie, nsfw, suggestivity, the last of us, strap (ellie!receiving), dirty talk, degradation, the pet name "puppy," ownership themes, teasing, sub!ellie, dom!reader, bottom!ellie, top!reader, whiny!ellie, pwp
nerd!ellie who flinches every time you move closer. not out of fear—no, she's been waiting for this—but because she's the most nervous she's ever been in her life. painfully, pathetically nervous.
you slide off her glasses carefully and stare into her now darkened green eyes, taking a moment to relish in how flustered she was.
"relax, you look like you're gonna have a panic attack." you teased with a laugh.
"I am relaxed," she lies, giving you a few frantic nods to try and sell it. "mhm," she murmurs to herself as she tries to keep her composure, "'m relaxed."
she's absolutely not.
your fingers drop lower and slip under her tank top. her pale skin is cold to the touch and a little wet with sweat, her abs tensing as she squirmed under your touch.
"so needy," you observed, catching the way her thighs clenched in anticipation.
"'m not." she whined. she is.
you click your tongue and pull back, pouting in faux disappointment. "aw, I guess I'm gonna have to stop then. I mean, you clearly don't need me," you said jutting out your bottom lip, moving your hands off of her body and to either side of her on the bed.
"no! god—no, just—" ellie whines, reaching up to grab your left wrist and put your hand back on her stomach herself.
"just what?"
"..."
you raise your brows, waiting.
"just stop teasing me."
"there's a good girl." you smile.
her body shivered from the cold air when you tugged her underwear and sleep pants down, the fabric bunching at her ankles.
you dipped two fingers into her still clothed cunt and then pulled them close to your eye, spreading them to examine her slick.
her breath hitched at the lewd sight, and her knees spread wider without meaning to. "so wet," you exhaled, eyes flicking back down to hers with a slight smile.
"you're being mean." she looks at you with the most desperate, wrecked expression you've ever seen.
"awww, but you like when I'm mean, ellie." you tilt your head, making her whine.
"you're taking too long she quipped back."
big mistake.
you practically tore her underwear off and pulled your pants down, wasting no time to pop the head of your strap into her.
"wai–ah! I–I'm not ready, 't's so big."
"no, since you're so impatient you clearly want all of it."
with one rough thrust, you filled ellie to the brim. she scratched at your back and let out a borderline pornographic scream as the head of your cock kissed her cervix, a bulge forming underneath the skin of her stomach.
when you ceased your actions and paused, you half expected her to sigh in relief but her response was much more amusing.
"what're you doing? move."
"fine." and so you did, making sure to be as rough as possible and ruin her inside and out as you snapped your hips to meet hers.
"h-hate you. you're so mean to me," she mewls with furrowed brows, her lips parted and slightly tilting downward into a frown.
"oh yeah? you hate me?" a particularly harsh thrust. "is that why you've been stalking all my social media posts at night? why you want me to own you?"
"you've bee—nmh! fuck—s-seeing that? oh, god–need you! 'm all yours, please," she managed to whimper out between moans, eyes rolling back as she gripped the sheets.
"awwww that's cute, you thought I wouldn't? you're so stupid baby," you groaned, pounding into her faster.
"mh–no! I'm gonna, gonna–"
cum leaked all over your strap as you both came in sync, your body collapsing onto ellie's as you finished, strap still buried in her.
"such a good puppy," you cooed at her completely blissful expression, green eyes glassy without a thought behind them.
"mmm... mhm... your puppy."